This is survival.
This is my exile.
I find no solace.
I find no solace beneath a godless sky.
Will i find shelter in the places the sun could never find?
Now behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance, shackled to my worthless neck.
Give me one reason to resist.
So i slip below.
I can't resist the undertow.
I find no solace beneath a godless sky.
Will i find shelter in the places the sun could never find?
Because everything's turning black and i see no hope of turning back.
Cold terror grips my lungs, to let it in would be to accept defeat.
But what's left to fight for?
When i look inside, nothingness confronts me.
Vexed by the hands of time.
This is survival.
I against i.
What's left inside?
So i slip below.
I can't resist the undertow.
I can't resist.
No, i can feel the deadweight.
I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from this world.